No Llamas please
When I got back from my recent trip to Ireland I had a phone call from my brother to say my aunt had died. This was one of my mothers sisters, she would have been 87 this week. I now have just one of the original sisters left, she is 93. I felt very sad as I had not been told, however whilst I was away, I was in my daughters garden and looking out over the sea. [link]
I had a sense that she had gone.
A couple of weeks passed and then a letter arrived from her solicitor to say I am mentioned in the will and have been left a small sum of money. I thanked my aunt mentally and am now in a better position to face the oncoming cold Winter. It is not a lot of money but I am truly grateful to my aunt for thinking of me. This is her wedding, I was bridesmaid. My Mother is on the far left, the aunt who is still alive is the one on the far right. [link]
Yesterday my aunt phoned me and told me where I came from, I have never really known due to dysfunctional family situations. I knew my maternal grandmother's maiden name was Blount and that there was an Earldom in the history, dating back to Henry the V111. He was Master at Horse to the king. However yesterdays revelation was pretty impressive. This was the house my grandmother came from...[link]
The latest update: I got in touch with the archivist for Mapledurham house, he seemed very nice, I sent him a photo with all my aunts, in fact the one linked to above. He wanted to know all the details about my grandmother. On Tuesday morning I heard back from him, he has absolutely no record of my grandmother. Last night I was talking to my aunt again for 2 hours, I couldn't bring myself to tell her that she had the wrong end of the stick about who we are. She is 93 and has lived this story all her life. It is part of who she thinks she is... Personally I don't care, I am really glad as I hate any sort of class barriers and snobbery. However I can't tell others how to live their lives, this is her dream not mine...